Music: Marco Rivera
[I. Origin]
Twilight, speak
The tale of the knight born from famine, fume and ash on the surroundings as the divine hands rose its decaying self
"Forbid my misery" is heard in the whisper.
"No shame in one's manger where has been born" was replied.
An end to a world to give birth a new one
Protect the beauty found within the dust, the tones heard through the gale
An exchange from which I offer:
A sword to brandish
A shield to forge
For a soul of steel
In an armor of cobalt
[II. Peak]
Oh guardian of the life, sovereign of the blue marble, will all strength of humanity keep you in guard for your own mind
When the parallel foresees your every move, waits patiently to spread its pitch from the core
When the spark is ignited, will you withstand the wildfire
[III. Reflection]
An armor as bright as the arch of heaven, they say?
Yet we both know there's not much brightness found within the mud
Would you have moved a fist at all without this weight on your chest
What is left after all cerulean is torn apart for your hands
What it is that you put effort to hide
[IV. Settle]
What does one do after own faith is lost?
Well, stronger or weaker, we all -in some way or another- try to seek for resolve that stand on threads of silk
We wait and hope for an external cause to bring us hope and strength back and turn ourselves into the best of us but the unfettered has always been there, ready to walk its first step.
Ready to carry the world on the palm of its hand.
[V. Catharsis]
Ascend as high as the twilight extends, clouds are witnesses for now and ever
As the sprout from calx gets its spirit awakened.